Finally at Home in the Dark

Every morning I wake,
wishing, waiting, wondering.
I know not where I am.
Seeing you here,
I am at home in the dark.

Every day I start,
scared, silent, sullen.
I seek strength.
Finding your arms,
I am at home in the dark.

Every minute I press on,
pessimistic, pensive, penitent.
I pray for persuasion.
Hearing your voice,
I am at home in the dark.

Always the dark is closing in,
clamping, constricting, crushing.
I cannot continue alone.
Completing each other,
I am at home in the dark.